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Entries in Jobe (115)

Monday
Feb252013

Jobe requested spaghetti; train wreck followed

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Jobe had made a request to Grandma and Mom that spaghetti be the entree for his third

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Sunday
Feb242013

As I worked on the post I did not post, a little boy burst through the door looking for a train

I am back in Wasilla now. I had just prepared eight photos speaking of the transition from Barrow to

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Thursday
Jan312013

We surf beside a Catholic Church; the grandsons arrive for the wedding; Wedding venue finally set for tomorrow, 4:00 PM

Friends, I am too exhausted to post tonight, but tomorrow is the wedding

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Sunday
Jan062013

There will still be talking horses, Metro studies, blowing snow, school buses and here is Kalib, playing with a train

Just to clarify, in case anyone else got this idea from my "flaming strategic retreat" post last light, Mrs. Gunka left this comment today:

"Oh dear, no studies from the drive up window at Metro, breakfast at Abby's, school buses, the talking horses, boys in the window and trains on the floor. Margie with her babies, birthday cakes and candles, moose in the meadow and dogs on the road, snow blowing across the road, ravens and planes in the sky, It would be losing my family in the far north. Whale stories! Trips to AZ! Morning coffee without the boys. Mr Shadow! Oh, dear!"

Be assurred, Mrs. Gunka, there will be still be Metro drive-through studies, breakfast at Abby's, school buses, talking horses, etc., and of course little boys playing with trains for as long as there are little boys in this family who play with trains.

There will be less of it, though. Like today, Jacob and Lavina brought Lynx out to spend the night so that I would not have to drive Margie into town in the morning but can wait until night when I must drive in to catch my plane to Utah.

Certainly, I could have turned this visit into a 10 or 12 picture post, but instead it is a one picture post. Sooner or later, an event will seem important enough or I will feel so far caught up and ahead of the game that I will still still turn such a visit into a 10 or 12 picture post. Plus, I took some pictures on my walk, including one of an airplane I quite like, but in the interest of time and applying the discipline needed to scale back, I ignored those pictures altogether.

Still, airplanes will continue to appear on this blog. When we go to Hawaii, for Rex and Cortney's wedding, I am certain I will do a full-blown picture story, just like old times.

Then one day, I will master it all. I will have all the funds I need. Then I can make this blog what I want it to be.

Such is the dream.

Wednesday
Jan022013

New Years day began dim, gray, dreary and gloomy; the trains came out, old pictures tumbled from a folder, the day turned light and warm

Before Mom died, she divided her picture album into sections and then gave it to her children. My section contained a few pictures

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